Zhenshanhai

The East Pole Chaos Sea has a big tide every 300 years.

The world of practice now knows that demons and ghosts don't just come when the tide is carried by the waves.

For thousands of years, the black bone ghosts who sneaked into the world have long been unknown.

Over the years, Tianzong has woven light and dark two-pronged approach, and has already suppressed many ghosts who snatch people's skins and hide their plans from the big and small sects in the mainland.

Even the evil god priests sorted by the number of stars, and the Rao Shizi Nine Obsidian Lord and the Tiangang Disha forces formed by the evil cultivators and ghosts in the mainland, were also followed to uproot many of them.

Only the ghost power of the strange blue-clothed scribe that Lin Pu and the witch met on the evil soil and stone mountain in the Northern Territory is too deep, and there is no clue for the time being, and there is no clue.

This time the big tide started many years ago.

However, the seaside boundary-sealing sword curtain transformed by Hong Ling Zhenjun's dharma body lasted for decades, and Xie Yifei, the anode of chaos, went to the east pole to guard the sea more than 20 years ago, and the major heavenly sects will also send elders from time to time Lead his disciples to Chaos Sea to exchange for reinforcements.

Therefore, in the nearly three hundred years since Lin Pu was introduced to Taoism by Zhenjun Hongling in the East Pole until now, just as Zhenjun and his junior sister said, on the current mainland, since she, Mo Xianjun From now on, there will never be any newly landed ghosts coming out of the East Pole in the future!

The catastrophe of the tide seems to have passed, but the source has not been cut off.

Ghosts no longer come rushing with the tide, they can gather into a mighty army like they did thousands of years ago.

On the contrary, the battle line was stretched, and they just quietly mingled in the undercurrent of the Black Sea's frequent surges and watched the coast.

The East Pole is a land of absolute spirits, and the spirit energy consumed by cultivators cannot be replenished at all, and the Chaos Sea is the home of black bone demons and ghosts.

Chaos produces all things, it is not only the beginning of purity, but also the ancestor of dirt.

The dark sea water of the Chaos Sea is the dirtiest poisonous water to the pure Dao Ji Lingyuan of the cultivator.

Once infected, it is like a gangrene of the tarsal bone, and it is extremely difficult to get rid of.

Because of this, the cultivator became anxious in the battle with the ghosts in the East Pole, and could only rely on the Zongmen and Lingbao Pavilion behind him to mobilize the financial and material resources of the mainland to jointly support the fight.

But even if the number of ghosts is not as vast and terrifying as it was thousands of years ago, such a long front with no end in sight will bring huge consumption.

Not to mention the undercurrents in the world of practice, even if there are people with lofty ideals who continue to join the chaotic sea battle to fight against demons, the pressure on the major heavenly sects is really great.

Before dawn this day, two people stood beside the pale, wordless stele in the hinterland of Mount Yu and in the ruins of the Imperial Prison in Jianyu.

One was Master Yun Che, the head teacher of the Sword Domain, and the other was a gray-robed old man with a thin body and a wrinkled face.

Lin Puruo is here, she should be able to recognize it with her eyesight.

This withered old man with gray beard and hair, skinny sunken cheeks and many age spots embedded in it is the famous fierce demon Yuan Yao in the current practice world, and everyone turns pale upon hearing it.

The punishment hall moved the punishment prison to a fairy mountain prison peak outside the Zongmen floating island as early as after the imperial prison tragedy that year.

And because there is an anchor stone tablet of the evil god rooted in the ground, this site has been strictly guarded by the Jianyu people day and night, and it is regarded as the forbidden area of ​​the sect.

The secret agents who are out in the guerrilla this time need to personally send a message to the senior officials of Tianzong to discuss important matters.

Yushan has a vast territory, so it is convenient for Yuan Yao and others to cover up their eyes and ears, so Yun Che, the head teacher, asked the Fifth Supreme Elder to personally meet the old Taoist at the Imperial Prison site.

"Including the anchor steles found in the demon lairs that you suppressed this time, there are now a total of 380 and four evil god steles all over the mainland."

Yun Che pondered for a moment, and then said: "The anchor point is the cornerstone of Baishen's positioning. According to the information obtained by my little uncle's investigations in the past few years, it can be known that the immortals and Buddhas sacrificed their lives to perfect the way of heaven ten thousand years ago, isolated the immortals and gods, and erased them. It has determined the location of the evil gods on the Lingqi Continent in the Three Thousand Great World. What is the purpose of this group of evil god believers to set an anchor point persistently?"

Even if he helped the evil god locate this world, could Baishen have a way to break the law and return to the mainland?

Yuan Yao still had that cold, old-fashioned and unpleasant temperament, and said coldly to Yun Che: "The Taoist Lord Lingque can come back after ascension, why can't others?"

But there is also a reason why Lingque Daoist is revered as the only Daoist in the world.

In these ten thousand years, apart from Daojun alone, there was no cultivator who could return to the mainland after ascension.

And when the Daoist Lord returned to the immortal, only Zhenjun Hongling and a few second-generation disciples were lucky enough to meet him and learn from him.

Afterwards, Daojun retreated in a hurry, and left after just over a hundred years, leaving many mysteries behind.

The old man was not very polite to the headmaster of Jianyu at this time, Yun Che just smiled and didn't care.

Yuan Yao is much older.

He was an old man, but the last time Lin Pu saw him, Yuan Yao was still imposing and full of energy, he could be regarded as a vigorous old man.

But now, his back is slightly bent, and he is as thin as a stick. Except for his eagle eyes, which are as bright as electricity and piercing, he is an old man on the verge of death.

Tianjie Daxiu has a long lifespan, and Yuan Yao is an expert in the Xiaoyao Realm.

A person with such a profound and powerful cultivation base ages a thousand times slower than others, and it is impossible for him to age like this in just a hundred years.

Unless the burden on him is too heavy, the mind has been running tense, and he has spent tens of thousands of times more energy and thought than ordinary people, will the excessive consumption of mind and mind affect the physical body.

Apart from him, is it not the case for Yun Che and the other Heavenly Sect Headmasters?

It's just that they stayed on the bright side after all, with sects as their backing.

But Yuan Yao and others are hidden in the dark, and they can't easily contact people in order to prevent things from leaking. It takes a hundred years to find a surefire opportunity to contact Tianzong for supplies, and the rest of the time is all on their own.

Not only Yuan Yao, but also the other elders, kings, gods and monks in the dark thread, both men and women, have aged a lot.

Only Yuan Yao took the lead and put in more painstaking efforts, so he aged faster.

"We bite hard. In recent years, the activities of the evil god believers have been difficult, and the speed at which they devour the albino spirits to gather the stele has also slowed down.

Once the stele is formed, we have no choice but to prevent the next white stele from appearing. This is a long-term seesaw, and it will not happen overnight. "

"The two semi-finished white steles that King Han suppressed have been handed over to Elder He. Now the situation is fairly stable. We are doing our best to hunt down the remaining ghosts. The preparation of the silver bell that breaks the law needs to be urgently prepared.

Without the lackeys of ghosts who can walk quietly and walk in skin and bones, the followers of evil gods will lose one arm, and the rest of the matter will be easy.

The plan for now is to guard the East Pole well, and not allow the forces of demons and ghosts on the mainland to get reinforcements. "

Yun Che solemnly nodded and replied: "Thank you for your hard work, don't worry, we are responsible for the matter of the Primal Chaos Sea."

Just at this time, the sky had just dawned, and the sun was shining from the eastern mountains, and the sky also turned from dark to grayish blue.

Yun Che looked at the sky, looked at Yuan Yao and said, "You're going to go from the north in a while, this time you came in a hurry, 50 years earlier, the supplies should only be approximate, and the elders who guide you along the way will hand them over to you..."

While talking, he suddenly smiled, "Would you like to wait another quarter of an hour?"

The sunrise was approaching, and the stars in the sky did not dim and disappear, but became brighter and brighter.

On the fairy mountain of the floating island twenty miles away, the Golden Palace shone brightly!

The golden wind and jade dew wandered outside the island and blew bursts of hissing and roaring winds, and raging flames shot up from the palace, and the golden-red light soared brightly, instantly turning the blue-gray dawn sky into black.

This is the beginning of the day, when the rooster crows and the morning bell wakes up.

In the eyes of people who wake up in the morning, above the sky, the sea of ​​stars all over the sky suddenly brightened, and then there was a slight shock, and thousands of stars turned into shooting stars and flew across the sky.

Such a grand and spectacular Zhoutian star rain that almost covered the sky was soon noticed by people. Countless people walked out of the house with friends and companions. There was a sensation in all directions. Everyone stopped in amazement and looked up at the sky to see the scenery.

Yun Che pointed in the direction of Jin Xingdao and said with a smile: "Little Martial Uncle is about to leave the seclusion. Before she retreated, she asked you many times about your situation. If the Taoist priest stays for a while, when Junior Martial Uncle comes out, he will be happy to see you." .”

Yuan Yao frowned, and the thin old man who was about to die suddenly gained a bit of momentum.

"Why are you happy to see me?

Wu Lingzi killed my master, even though he was a demon lurking in the human world, with evil intentions and contrary to morality, he was still the mentor who led me into the Tao and taught me to grow up.This is two different things. "

"The Dao and all spirits are in front, and those who cultivate the Dao should defend the Dao to fight against foreign enemies. But the hatred of killing a teacher is not mortal. After this matter is over, the poor Daoist should worship the Mountain Sword Domain and return this sword."

Yuan Yao's morality is very clear.

The ancestor of the Long family and the elder of Qinglingmen is the deepest and most dangerous ghost in the world today.

How much he hates ghosts now, how much he respected and loved Shizun back then.

With the old man's temperament, if he found out the truth first, he would definitely try to kill the master, and then he cut off his meridians and buried his teacher with him, fulfilling the thousand years of master-disciple relationship.

Now it was Wu Lingzi who killed his master, the old man didn't complain or blame him, he just saw that everyone in Jianyu was getting more and more displeased, but the master's kindness to him was as great as a mountain, this revenge must be avenged.

Yun Che said with a light smile: "Our sect will definitely open the gate of the temple at that time, and wait for the Taoist priest to teach us."

The starry rain didn't just pass through the Lingqi Continent, but actually landed on the human world.

Tengluozhou, Mufu Mountain, Fancheng...

In countless places that Lin Pu didn't know about, ordinary people who had been favored by Jianyu's little master had spontaneously built Shenjun temples for her to enshrine longevity tablets.

The star rain combined into 27 golden torrents falling into the Shenjun Temple.

Except for the side hall of the temple on the edge of Mount Yu, most of the small temples in the world are simple and crude, and the statues are quite different from real people.

But after the golden stars fell into the temple, the temple suddenly burst into golden light, resplendent as a fairy palace!

Tens of thousands of people around the temple immediately chanted the name of the immortal and bowed down to worship.

At this time, Yuan Yao took the mustard bag from the elder of Jianyu and fled hundreds of miles away, looking back at the dazzling golden light in the distant sky.

Even if he can't get used to his status and style, but like-minded and righteous, the senior master looks back at the Tianjiao junior who has gradually grown up, and a gleam of soft relief flashes in his eyes.

A handsome young man flashed to his side to salute, even though he was dressed in common clothes, he couldn't hide his aura.

"Uncle, this disciple has lived up to his entrustment. He has already killed the elder disguised as a ghost in the Shangyuan Sect, and no one has identified his identity."

After being broken and then established, Long Zhu has already experienced it now. He is cautious and down-to-earth, mature in mind, and considerate in his actions, so he can stand on his own.

Even Mr. Yuan Tan, the elder of the Qingling Sect who was included in the dark line, who was always cold and harsh, and who did not like the flashy style of Taoists in the sect, had high hopes for Long Zhu to change his outlook.

She also sighed to senior brother Yuan Yao more than once, saying that with Long Zhu's current calm, dignified and meticulous mind, if he is still a Taoist, he will be an excellent candidate for the next head teacher.

Yuan Yaoben also agreed with his junior sister, but at this moment, he saw that he was not pleasing to the eye, and asked aloud: "You have a bottleneck in your practice now, when will you go on a long journey?"

"Disciple Consciousness Sea Lost Calamity has been solved for most of the time, but recently there have been some repetitions..."

Thinking that his uncle had always told him to lay a good foundation and not to rush, Long Zhu hesitated to choose the safest time and said: "If you are retreating now, if there is no accident, you will be able to break through in another 50 years. "

Mortals produce a one-in-a-million with roots.

If the monks are divided into [-]%, [-]% of them will stop at the human level, and [-]% of the remaining [-]% will be able to cultivate to the sixth level and enter the world.

Half of the cultivators can still cross the previous hurdles, but only one ten-thousandth of the remaining [-]% of the cultivators can break through the dust.

It is true that Long Zhu has been trapped in the sixth realm for a long time, but he has been making progress. Looking at the world of practice, the progress has been considered extremely fast and remarkable.

The old man gave a "hmm", glanced at him without changing his expression, and disappeared.

A golden light escaped from the inner hall into the vestibule.

Lin Pu opened his eyes, and all kinds of scenes flashed in his eyes.

The chaotic wind swirled around her body, but the fog of the sea of ​​consciousness did not dissipate, but was completely refined by her and merged into the golden wind.

Cultivators of Consciousness Sea Misty Calamity are meant to break through the world, one heart knot and one heavy shackle, and after untying the heart knot and tearing away the layer of seven emotions fog covering the Consciousness Sea, the Misty Calamity will dissipate on its own.

Lin Pu found out, his heart knot was solved, but he thought about whether he could refine this mist of seven emotions for his own use.

The Mist of Seven Emotions, as the name suggests, can make all living beings with the seven emotions and six desires get lost in it.

When all things are enlightened and enlightened, there will be emotional thoughts, and no one can escape them.

No matter how powerful a cultivator enters it, his inspiration will fail, and there is only a vast white mirage in front of him.

If you can really use the Misty Tribulation Fog for your own use, it should be a sharp weapon to get out of the trapped enemy.

It's not that no one has thought of this in the past, but they can't do it.

The mist of the sea of ​​consciousness is between the virtual and the real, and it cannot be captured, let alone refined.

But Lin Pu is different, her kung fu method of cultivating the five elements can return to chaos.

Chaos is the beginning of all things, not to mention the misty fog between the virtual and the real, it must be known that the chaotic wind has blown the gaps of fine thunder marks around her, if they can pass through, the other end is void.

Once the sea of ​​consciousness is lost, the mist of the seven emotions is captured and refined by the chaos.

But when Chaos sucked the white mist between reality and reality from the Sea of ​​Consciousness, it also absorbed countless strands of virtuous vows that were condensed out of thin air and unknown to Lin Pu.

It is the visualization belief produced by believers devoutly worshiping the Taoist gods and immortals of the temple.

The mist of the seven emotions intertwined, and the power of faith was refined by Lin Pu. Under the mysterious feeling, her eyes were also connected by the seven emotions to the eyes of thousands of believers. Through their perspectives, countless scenes flashed before her eyes alternately.

Some people are dragging their wives and children to kneel before the temple where the golden light has dissipated, some are dancing and spitting to a large group of people telling the miracle of the star rain coming to the world at dawn, and some are kneeling in front of the statue so excited that they weep bitterly .

When Lin Pu looked at his crooked pie-faced statue through the eyes of the believers, he was suddenly amused, and the scene continued to switch in the blink of an eye...

After a few breaths, an open but dark swamp forest suddenly appeared in front of him, and a male cultivator who was still talking was standing in front of him.

The owner of the eyes, Jade Palm, turned it over, and a big black palm appeared in the air, smashing the male cultivator into the soil like a goshawk.

The black palm disappeared, only to see a huge palm print sunken into the soil, and the man's hair crown was already level with the ground.

After two breaths, the blood water overflowed from the cracks in the mud, and a few small blood water lines slowly flowed out from the seal pit to the surroundings.

The owner of the eyes seemed to be still angry after killing the male cultivator. She was so angry that she blew up the swamp as if venting her anger. Thousands of huge waves suddenly rose on the water surface, and countless flesh and blood creatures in the water flew to death on the spot.

Seeing this, Lin Pu frowned slightly.But in the next moment, through these eyes, in the roaring and pouring water curtain, I saw a beautiful face reflected in the sky.

The beauty's pretty face contained evil spirits, her black hair flew away, her expression was sullen and angry, and her cruelty was astonishing.

The scene shook and changed suddenly, in the vestibule hall, a pair of round almond eyes in front of her were looking at her happily.

Qing Lu brought a group of sword field disciples Yingying down to pay homage to He Xi, got up and said with a sweet smile, "Congratulations, little master and uncle leaving the customs!"

Lin Pu smiled and talked with everyone, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.The inner spiritual sense trembled and warned, and suddenly felt ominous.

Ling Yi was so angry in the swamp forest, what happened?